Page 1 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

Chapter 1

Thesunpeekedthroughthe curtains, casting a warm glow of soft shafts of light into Olivia Walker’s room.

The soft sound of chirping birds merged with the gentle hum of her alarm clock, signaling the start of a new day.

Olivia opened her eyes and stretched her arms above her head, feeling a surge of energy coursing through her veins.

“Finally,” she sighed.

She turned towards her bedside table, and as if on cue, the alarm clock came to life - a soft melody that seemed to dance through the air cheerfully announcing the beginning of the day. The numbers from her clock glowed—6:40 a.m.

Olivia swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet meeting the plush carpet beneath them. She reached out to silence the alarm, her fingers brushing against the clock’s petite buttons. With each press, the melody gradually faded away, leaving a contented silence in its wake.

She had been awake for more than 3 hours now because today marked the beginning of her internship at a prestigious sports company in the heart of New York City.

She hummed a cheery tune as she stepped out of her pajamas and entered the bathroom to turn on the shower, letting the hot water wash away the tension that had worked its way through her lower back and shoulders throughout the night.

Olivia stepped out of the shower, refreshed.

It had been a restless night of tossing and turning.

All her work clothes had been carefully laid out; a chic, knee-length dress in a soft shade of blush pink. The dress was a classic A-line silhouette that skimmed her figure with grace and elegance. Its subtle texture added depth to the fabric, giving it a touch of sophistication without overpowering the overall look.

“All of which are very expensive,” she said to no one in particular. She heard a mew from her door; at the entrance of her room was Sandy.

“Oh hey you,” she picked up her gray cat, spinning her around just the way she liked, and Sandy mewed back happily before Olivia set her down.

“Wait, I’ll get you something to eat soon. I’ll treat you to something special so watch the house while I’m gone okay?”

Without a response, Sandy bounded out of the room.

Her cat was mostly antisocial, but today was one of the few days where she paid attention to her owner.

Olivia dressed hastily, pairing her dress with an equally expensive tailored, ivory blazer that exuded refinement and professionalism.

She smiled in recollection of the conversation she had with Avery, her best friend, when they went shopping two days ago for her first day of work outfit.

They’d argued long over the prices of the clothes, Olivia insisting that they go to a cheaper store, and no one would be able to tell the difference. Avery scoffed at her, telling her that it was a high-end job and she had to dress the part, finally convincing her on an outfit instead of the five she’d picked out.

“This blazer has clean lines and a slightly structured shoulder that gives you a polished appearance. Its neutral tone allows your vibrant personality to shine through without overwhelming the outfit. Come on, Olivia, just buy it already. Your paycheck will recoup the price anyway.”

Olivia knew better than to engage her friend, who was a shopaholic, but she also had an eye for the best clothes.

“And I don’t look too bad myself,” Olivia said with a wide grin, turning and checking herself out in the mirror before blowing a kiss to her reflection.

She grabbed her nude pumps before putting on a delicate gold necklace with a small pendant and a dainty bracelet that added a subtle hint of shimmer. Her hair, styled in loose waves, cascaded gently around her shoulders, framing her face with natural grace.

She felt satisfied with her look and picked up her black bag. Her cat mewed again impatiently from the living room - a sign she was hungry.

“Sandy! I’m coming!”

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Stepping out of her apartment building, Olivia was immediately greeted by the bustling cityscape that pulsed with energy.

The streets of New York teemed with activity as yellow taxis whizzed past, their horns blaring impatiently. Pedestrians briskly maneuvered through the crowded sidewalks, their determined strides echoing the rhythm of the city. Olivia marveled at the city’s symphony of sounds, a medley of car engines, animated conversations, and street vendors’ calls.

Joining the throngs of people on the busy sidewalks, Olivia immersed herself in the vibrant pulse of the city. The air was thick with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting from cozy cafes, mingling with the scent of warm pretzels and intermittent wafts of exhaust fumes.

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